Author's Note: My apologizes for the late post, I have been really busy with work and online classes, along with a bit of a fallout of writing... but the streak is back! I'm working on the following chapter even as we speak! Even though this chapter is a bit shorter than some of the standard chapters in this story, but there will be more in chapter 6.
Any ways, I hope you enjoy! Do please comment with any opinions if you feel it necessary. Thanks! :)
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"Oh shit, oh shit!" Ash yelled.
"What is it?" Misty questioned, looking outside of the window. She couldn't tell at first what Ash was looking at, but suddenly she was able to soon see the massive horde of infected running towards the city. Her eyes widened with a wave of shock coursing through her body; the invasion of the infection was beginning and they had to act. "Oh God, they are here!" she also yelled in panic. "Alright, stay calm, stay calm" she tried to coo herself, moving away from the window and towards their supplies. Suddenly her mind took an interesting turn.. but it would be a turn that would actually help Misty steel her mind..
"Brock! The infected are coming into the city!" Ash yelled to Brock, starting to walk fast into the other room. However he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder behind him. Ash stopped and turned around to see Misty's hand on his shoulder. "What is it Misty?"
"I think.. no, you need to tell Brock about earlier.. of the messenger that came to me during my sleep.. please, we have to keep our group together and we need to have a solid plan if we are going to make it" Misty stated, with a very serious yet vulnerable look on her face. Ash could tell that she wasn't kidding around.. something had finally clicked in her mind.
"Alright, but if I tell him you're going to have to be with me.. only so that you will be able to tell the full detail of the events with the messenger.. okay?" he replied, to which Misty nodded. Trying to keep herself calm she walked alongside Ash into the other room.
As they both pass through the suite-door, Ash and Misty could tell that Brock had done some serious renovation to the room. There wasn't any light coming from the nearby windows as all of the blinds were completely shut. The main bed was pushed up against the door and all of the tables where equally providing for the barrier. Brock was sitting in one of the chairs by the window-sill, looking outside towards the city. Although at first it wasn't obvious, Misty was able to discover that Brock had what looked to be a few weapons over on the only table-desk that wasn't against the door.
"Brock there is something that we have to tell you, before we consolidate our plan.." Ash started, looking slightly hesitant to tell him the strange news.
"I know I know, the infected are headed towards the city" Brock replied, looking out of one of the blinds. "Damn, they are really moving quickly now!"
"No, Brock, it's something else.. it's about our plan.." Ash stated, making Brock stop his 'monitoring-mode' and turn towards them.
"What do you mean?"
"When we were gone to get the supplies to hold out, Misty..." he stopped, seeing Misty put her hand in front of Ash.
"I was approached by some sort of messenger.. as though it looked like some sort of spiritual figured being. He had a message about the current plan that we had; the plan of which we basically hold out until this thing is over.. The messenger said that after mid-afternoon tomorrow our barriers will be breached by the infected, for some unexplained reason.. and to prove this, he showed me a 'snapshot' of what seemed to be you and Ash laying on the floor, infected... and dead.." Misty looked away for a second; she didn't want to mention how she was the one who shot them dead after they became infected.. Brock, though quite surprised at what he was hearing, surprisingly was staying pretty calm about it.
"What did the messenger say then about a safer plan?" he commented, trying to figure out any more information from this messenger.
"Well, that is where Ash and I are a bit conflicted about right now.. see the messenger said that mid-afternoon tomorrow, Saffron city will have developed a complete barrier around the city, preventing any of the infected from entering the city. On the one hand, we could use this information as an easy way to guarantee us safety, but on the other hand we could be able to save a ton of lives at the same time.."
"Only trouble is that if Saffron city sees that there is a massive group of people towards the city, there is without a doubt that they will just close the city borders and that no one will be able to enter into the city.."
"Well, I'll be honest with you, I think it's kinda too late to warn anyone about Saffron City.. I mean the infected have already arrived at the city, and if we force people to leave their safe houses, that would just be suicide for them..."
"Do you know if they are showing anything on the news?" Ash commented.
"Well I don't know if the stations would be up and running at this time... but we could try and take a look.." Brock replied. He got up from his post and walked over to the set, turning on the television. It showed static for about a second but soon flickered onto the local news station. The news-lady was on the screen with the red bulletin headed "Breaking News: Infection Breakout in Celadon City". Ash, Misty, and Brock listened closely to the television set.
"Reports of the infected coming into the city are starting to flood in. Most of these reports are being cited in the Northern area of the city, headed from Cerulean City. Residence are advised to stay indoors and to lock your doors. Stay away from all ground level windows and move to your storm shelters within your basement. Do not, I repeat, do not try to engage the infected outside your homes; stay inside! If you have any sort of protection within your home, use it! We will stay on for as long as we can, continuing to report infection sightings throughout the night-" Brock turned off the television as still image of the report stayed on screen for a second. He sat back down at his post and looked to Ash and Misty. Both of them hadn't move and they were looking at the screen, but in truth though they were trying to take in everything that they had heard.
"Well, I guess that is that," Brock stated quite bluntly, "The only thing we can do now is just wait it out.. though I really hate to sit and do nothing.."
"We aren't just going to sit here and do nothing!" Misty replied back, standing up and walking to the other room. Ash also stood up as well.
"Misty! Where are you going?"
"We have to at least do something about it! I'm headed to the main lobby, and if you want to join up you can."
"Wait Misty!" Ash called out, but before he knew it Misty had stormed out of the room. He stood at the doorway with a puzzled look on his face. "What's gotten into Misty suddenly?" he asked Brock, turning back into the darkened room.
"I don't know.. its got me puzzled as well.. I guess something in her head must have clicked into place when she saw that massive horde of infected running towards the city. I mean she does have a point; there's no point just sitting here and doing nothing. We could at least help out in providing defense for those who aren't able to defend themselves.."
"Yeah, that is a good point... Ah what the hell" Ash replied, nodding his head through his own mental processes. He walked into the other room and pulled out the other duffle bag laying on the floor, as he was thinking about what was been happening in these last few hours. From the time that his closest group of friends arrived in the city and after watching a movie, they have been dealing with some of the craziest stuff that none of them could not have been predicted: running from their lives from a rioting crowd, Ash and Misty sharing a close bonding moment that cemented their current relationship state, learning about a rapid infection breakout and having to buying weapons to prepare and defend their lives, and Misty having approached by some strange messenger... it seemed like a memory but it was all just happening so fast... But in the end he was able to accept that this was how it was going to be for these next few days... or weeks, maybe even years..
Ash placed the bag on the bed and zipped it open, revealing a M16 with a few extra rounds of ammunition laying around the rifle. He grabbed the rifle from the bag, shouldering the weapon, and grabbed some of the ammunition in the duffle bag, shoving them into his coat pocket. "Brock! I'm going to head to the lobby to hold out our position! Are you going to join us?"
"No, I think I will stay here.." he replied. Ash turned back around and walked into the room, rifle shouldered.
"Why do you want to-" started Ash, but then suddenly he noticed that Brock was unzipping a large duffle bag from the bedside. Brock reached and pulled out a sniper rifle from the duffle bag. He positioned the rifle next to a open section of the nearest window, setting out the legs of the rifle in place on a table that was pushed towards the window. "Brock, what is that?"
"This, Ash, is a Remington 700 sniper rifle; bolt action with a ton of ammunition" Brock explained, waving his hand over to the bag, which Ash could tell was filled with boxes upon boxes of sniper rounds. Brock also pulled from the bag a hand revolver, placing it on the table next to the rifle. "I'll make sure that our home base is safe and sound from the infected. We'll keep in contact if something might happen downstairs in the lobby. Don't be afraid to fall back to our room; it's best for us to think smart and not lose our heads trying to be the hero."
"Right.. that does make sense. I'll come in contact if we decided to head upstairs, alright?"
"Sounds like a plan" Brock replied. Ash walked through the connecting door and got his shoes on by the door. "And Ash?" Brock spoke before he was out of sight. Ash leaned back into the doorway.
"Yeah?"
"Good luck down there" Brock replied, giving a reassuring smile. Ash smiled back from the support of his closest friend.
"Thanks Brock. Good hunting" Ash spoke as he left the bedroom into the hallway, locking the door behind him. Brock couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
"Oh I will" he said to himself, as he placed his sniper rifle facing outside the window. Slightly opening the window and adjusting the blinds slightly, he adjusted the Remington as such and looked down the scope of the sniper rifle, scanning and getting view of the infected causing chaos down below in Cerulean City.